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(
Medoc
,
are
you
here
?
I
’
ve
been
sleepwalking
again
,
my
dear
…
)
He
got
up
suddenly
,
thrusting
the
snowshoes
back
out
the
door
.
He
was
shaking
all
over
.
He
slammed
the
door
and
picked
up
the
box
with
the
battery
in
it
.
It
slipped
through
his
shaking
fingers
(
oh
christ
what
if
i
cracked
it
)
and
thumped
over
on
its
side
.
He
pulled
the
flaps
of
the
carton
open
and
yanked
the
battery
out
,
heedless
of
the
acid
that
might
be
leaking
through
the
battery
’
s
casing
if
it
had
cracked
.
But
it
hadn
’
t
.
It
was
whole
.
A
little
sigh
escaped
his
lips
.
Cradling
it
,
he
took
it
over
to
the
Skidoo
and
put
it
on
its
platform
near
the
front
of
the
engine
.
He
found
a
small
adjustable
wrench
on
one
of
the
shelves
and
attached
the
battery
cables
quickly
and
with
no
trouble
.
The
battery
was
live
;
no
need
to
use
the
charger
on
it
.
There
had
been
a
crackle
of
electricity
and
a
small
odor
of
ozone
when
he
slipped
the
positive
cable
onto
its
terminal
.
The
job
done
,
he
stood
away
,
wiping
his
hands
nervously
on
his
faded
denim
jacket
.
There
.
It
should
work
.
No
reason
why
not
.
No
reason
at
all
except
that
it
was
part
of
the
Overlook
and
the
Overlook
really
didn
’
t
want
them
out
of
here
.
Not
at
all
.
The
Overlook
was
having
one
hell
of
a
good
time
.
There
was
a
little
boy
to
terrorize
a
man
and
his
woman
to
set
one
against
the
other
,
and
if
it
played
its
cards
right
they
could
end
up
flitting
through
the
Overlook
’
s
halls
like
insubstantial
shades
in
a
Shirley
Jackson
novel
,
whatever
walked
in
Hill
House
walked
alone
,
but
you
wouldn
’
t
be
alone
in
the
Overlook
,
oh
no
,
there
would
be
plenty
of
company
here
.
But
there
was
really
no
reason
why
the
snowmobile
shouldn
’
t
start
.
Except
of
course
(
Except
he
still
didn
’
t
really
want
to
go
.
)
yes
,
except
for
that
.
He
stood
looking
at
the
Skidoo
,
his
breath
puffing
out
in
frozen
little
plumes
.
He
wanted
it
to
be
the
way
it
had
been
.
When
he
had
come
in
here
he
’
d
had
no
doubts
.
Going
down
would
be
the
wrong
decision
,
he
had
known
that
then
.
Wendy
was
only
scared
of
the
boogeyman
summoned
up
by
a
single
hysterical
little
boy
.
Now
suddenly
,
he
could
see
her
side
.
It
was
like
his
play
,
his
damnable
play
.
He
no
longer
knew
which
side
he
was
on
,
or
how
things
should
come
out
.
Once
you
saw
the
face
of
a
god
in
those
jumbled
blacks
and
whites
,
it
was
everybody
out
of
the
pool
-
you
could
never
unsee
it
.
Others
might
laugh
and
say
it
’
s
nothing
,
just
a
lot
of
splotches
with
no
meaning
,
give
me
a
good
old
Craftmaster
paint
-
by
-
the
-
numbers
any
day
,
but
you
would
always
see
the
face
of
Christ
-
Our
-
Lord
looking
out
at
you
.
You
had
seen
it
in
one
gestalt
leap
,
the
conscious
and
unconscious
melding
in
that
one
shocking
moment
of
understanding
.
You
would
always
see
it
.
You
were
damned
to
always
see
it
.
(
I
’
ve
been
sleepwalking
again
,
my
dear
…
)
